I Wish

If I could find a magic eraser,

One to rub you out completely,

I would be a happy woman.

All I’d have to do is blow a little

To clear the residue you left behind;

No smudges left to mar my paper.

Instead I choose to write in pen,

Unwilling to use even erasable ink.

It never fully disappears anyway.

White out still stands out like a black out,

Even when expertly applied between the lines.

The only solution to complete freedom is burning the paper.

I refuse to let you make everything else worth losing though.

Besides, don’t they usually say we learn from our mistakes?

I won’t allow you to matter enough to change every else.

As a result, my erroneous ways stay with me.

People like you never really make their exit.

So there you sit, like an acne scar on my face.

Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy